I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
No mystery here He is just a con artist You have all been had
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Poets
Shed your loneliness My rapt gaze is upon you Together, we shine
I am grateful for what you have taught me This bitter lesson in sublimation Sweetens when the beautiful breve I see: Your smile, which could conquer a whole nation
Experience shows That the small betrayals are Inevitable
By D. J. Reddall7 days ago in Poets
I ought to run him through, this callow twit! Ogling Juna as he would a ham Or a plague victim specked with sores and shit
Savor the waiting The impatient are foolish Time reveals beauty
By D. J. Reddall8 days ago in Poets
When education Becomes customer service Rigor vanishes
If your wish to hear Stories not meant for your ears Feign sleep and listen
By D. J. Reddall9 days ago in Poets
How carefully some choose the right footwear Occasion, mood, height, weight, color and style Collapse the search parameters; they care
By D. J. Reddall10 days ago in Poets
Haunting idiots Makes encroaching death seem much More appealing, no?
What kind of leader Believes everyone he wants Can be bought and sold?
By D. J. Reddall11 days ago in Poets
Each time you feel small, weak, sick, insufficient Consider the subtle power of one, grey orphan Luckless lunar lump, looping languidly through silence